Quotes About Fate

Doesn't every love express itself this way, with the seeds of both its flowering and its ruin in the very first words, the first breath, the first though?

Life´s a gamble, honey. The only guarantee is that nobody gets out alive.

Now it was too late. That could never happen. His future lay before him, one bleak stretch of unpleasant duty, to the end of his days.

You are what you are, and the gods may have plans for you now that you were not able to fulfill then.

They say if you stand on the Champs Élysées, sooner or later you will meet everyone you've ever known.

And it was too late. No one wants to believe something is too late, but it is always becoming too late, and then it is.

Many a time have I wondered at the unworthy ways of Fate, at the pettiness of the pleasure it takes in frustrating plans that are small and innocent, at its entire want of dignity, at its singular spitefulness, at the resemblance of its manners to those of an evilly-disposed kitchen-maid....

It's awful, telling it like this, isn't it? As though we didn't know the ending. As though it could have another ending. It's like watching Romeo drink poison. Every time you see it you get fooled into thinking his girlfriend might wake up and stop him. Every single time you see it you want to shout, 'You stupid ass, just wait a minute,' and she'll open her eyes! 'Oi, you , you twat, open your eyes, wake up! Don't die this time!' But they always do.

There's glory and honour in being chosen. But not much room for free will

I don't believe for a minute-that we wouldn't have become friends somehow-that an unexploded bomb wouldn't have gone off and blown us both into the same crater, or that God himself wouldn't have come along and knocked our heads together in a flash of green sunlight. But it wouldn't have been likely .

Very early in my life it was already too late.

life was one long distraction from the inevitable.

God sort all! As doubtless he is doing, now as ever!

The disease of mortality is in us from the womb, from the day of our birth we are on the way to our death.

The disease of mortality is in us from the womb, from the day of our birth we are on the way to our death. What matters is how we conduct the journey.

Just as the poppy and the dandelion are scythed down in the flower of their youth by the pitiless scythe of the pitiless scyther who pitilessly scythes their pitiful pans, so poor Renski has played the pretty poppy's pitiful part.

Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are seal'd:I strove against the stream and all in vain:Let the great river take me to the main:No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield;Ask me no more.

For man is man and master of his fate.

She left the web, she left the loom,She made three paces thro' the room,She saw the water-lily bloom,She saw the helmet and the plume,She look'd down to Camelot.Out flew the web and floated wide;The mirror crack'd from side to side."The curse is come upon me," criedThe Lady of Shalott.

Cophetua sware a royal oath;"This beggar maid shall be my queen!"

Let me here remind you that the essence of dramatic tragedy is not unhappiness. It resides in the solemnity of the remorseless working of things. This inevitableness of destiny can only be illustrated in terms of human life by incidents which in fact involve unhappiness. For it is by them that the futility of escape can be made evident in the drama. This remorseless inevitableness is what pervades scientific thought. The laws of physics are the decrees of fate.

Perform your long and heavy task with energy, treading the path to which Fate has been pleased to call you.

For according to his beliefs there was no Chance, and could be no ultimate shirking, and to avoid a problem was merely to waste time and lose opportunities for development.

For life is sweet, but after life is death.This is the end of every man's desire.